Hello everyone, I just wanted to inform all I have threads with that I will be gone from this coming Wednesday through Sunday. I won't be able to post consistently if at all during this time, but I will try to make up for it next week! I am sorry for the inconvenience to everyone.

Granted that most of you won't know me or remember me, but I've had a few matches here and there some time ago. Well I think its time to become a regular around here and try to have some fun again, but at the same time keep coming back. Anyway I think its time to jump into some matches with Zoe Taylor, my mud wrestling character from Australia and get her back into the squared circle. Furthermore I will update my characters as I think some proper changes need to happen.

Sarah was heading home after a long day of working out, exiting the AFW and heading through the parking lot. After all that had happened, her recent string of losses asnd her diminshed reptation, Saah didn't have many reasons to spend so much time in the AFW complex other than to use the workout facilities there. Day and night she was training furiously to get her old spark back and stop this ridiculous. But....the thing was she didn't even know what she had lost. Ever since her spat with Rika it was as if she didn't have the will to fight anymore.

"Maybe I should see a shrink," Sarah muttered aloud. With a frown she would make her way to where she parked her motorcycle.

There was another figure heading through the parking lot that night, Vanessa Vandar, who had been having quite a run of bad luck herself. She thought she would be doing better here at the AFW, but...things weren't going so well. It didn't matter though, she was used to loss and disappointment. She would press on, and find a way to better times.

As she headed to wear she was going to meet her ride, though, she would hear Sarah's muttering to herself. She looked up, and upon seeing who it was was, a scowl would cross her face. Sarah, of al people. The one who had nearly snapped her arm off years ago, and then had the nerve to utterly crush and humilate her in her debut match. Sarah, fucking Sarah. With the mood Vanessa was in, the rest of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only her most hated rival there in her eyes.

She wasn't going to miss this chance. She began to look around quickly, her eyes finally falling onto a discarded piece of pipe toss to one side of the parking lot. It probably fell off a repair truck or something, but it didn't matter to Vanessa. She lunged forward and grabbed it, giving it a few test swings, then began to head Sarah's way. Once she was close enough, she would break into a run towards her, yelling at Sarah. "Hey, bitch, better watch out!!"

Regardless of whether Sarah turned to see her or not, she could raise the weapon and swing it in an arc right towards Sarah's head.

Sarah's head snapped up when she was called to so rudely. It was not the first time something like that had been yelled at her. The sound of running feet soon became heard behind her, and in that split second Sarah knew what was about to happen. Her street instincts kicked in, and she immediately ducked forward, narrowly avoiding being hit in the head with the pipe. She immediately straightened back to to face her attacker, and her eyes widened at who it was. "You..."

Sarah knew she shouldn't be surprised. Word of her many losses were starting to get out, that Sarah Gatt was starting to lose her touch. In that instance any of her old opponants (victims) were coming back for a rematch. But she wouldn't be taken down that easily.

Sarah deftly leap back to avoid the pipe, letting it skim just over her stomach. She'd then quickly retaliate with a punch to Vanessa's face.

A silent scream would pass Sarah's mouth as soon as the pipe connected with her skull. She fell down to the pavemnt, unmoving after a hit like that. She nearly blacked out from the blow, but miraculously she was still conscious, but in serious pain.

Vanessa could barely believe Sarah would be down after that blow. After their match, she honestly didn't think anything she could do would ever be able to hurt Sarah. But there she was, fallen before you. A cruel grin would pass onto Vanessa's face again, as she reached down to grab Sarah by the hair, pulling her up into a sitting position. She'd kneel down behind her and place her pipe right against her neck, under her chin, and begin to pull back and upwards on it, sneering as she started choking Sarah with the weapon.